The moonlight reached the corner of the table, and Lu Chenfeng hid in the dark, staring at the word "Beijing" calmly.
For a long while, he carefully went through the time and place on each page from back to front. The time span was two years. The location was "Beijing" in the first chapter, "Kunming" in the second and third chapters, and the rest were all "Dali". .
What is Lin Chaosheng doing in Beijing? Why would you write such a sentence.
In the eyes of Lu Chenfeng, the man who is always optimistic and sunny, has he ever had a painful experience like falling into a deep valley
After a long reading, Lu Chenfeng's confusion was solved. The entire notebook is a record of Lin Chaosheng's mentality "from dark to light". Due to the rendering and influence of the text, Lu Chenfeng also experienced a mental journey from "there will never be a day" to "blooming willows". Although Lin Chaosheng did not write down his real experience, the final result was undoubtedly what he saw. There is always a warmth about this person that can give others warmth.
When the morning light illuminated the skyline, Lu Chenfeng turned to the last page. The strange thing was that the format had changed, and there were no excerpts. Naturally, there were no corresponding insights and comments. Some of them were just a few lines of text that were completely inconsistent with the previous content.
Lin Chaosheng wrote: "My guests left a message saying that most people in travel are divided into two types, one is full of curiosity about the world, and the other is completely disappointed in life. But I think there is a third type of people, That's what I saw in him, and that's - wanting to 'do it all over again'."
Lu Chenfeng raised his eyebrows and recited the date marked in this text in his mind, "March 31, 2018", the day after he came to Dali, after he and Lin Chaosheng had their first meditative conversation.
Lu Chenfeng closed the book with complicated emotions, laid it flat on the table, and pressed it against his hot palm. I read the entire notebook to the end, but the last one does not belong to "Writing to the best Lin Chaosheng".
This book, this night, became a precious key, and Lu Chenfeng took it to open the door to Lin Chaosheng's world. He stood at the door and looked at the colorful or mottled light and shadow inside, and something was quietly sprouting in his heart.
After returning to the original place, Lu Chenfeng walked back to the room, maybe he just "peeked" someone's notes, or maybe he didn't know how to adjust his mood after reading the notes. A few hours before lunch, he planned to close his eyes to make up for his sleep. No matter how chaotic he was, he would eventually leave Dali and fly back to Beijing. All his memories would be sealed in this short trip, submerged in the bland and ordinary. years.
The alarm clock on the mobile phone rang on the hour, and when Lu Chenfeng woke up, he sat by the bed to relax for a while. The mind that he thought would be clearer seemed to become more chaotic and heavier.
After a messy wash, he put on his cigarette pack. Half of the smoking area in the yard was basking in the sun. Lu Chenfeng hid in the shade and lit a cigarette in a panic. The nicotine swept through his chest, but he still couldn't suppress his dull heartbeat.
what happened? He stroked his eyebrows thoughtfully with his cigarette hand.
After a while, I figured out the reason. After all, it was related to Lin Chaosheng.
Some feelings are difficult to define where they started. Some people think that they should need an obvious opportunity or a key turning point to trigger, and then go deep into the heart to generate feelings, so that they can qualitatively change and advance towards another level of relationship.
After all, he is thirty-two years old, and in fact, he no longer needs to confirm his intentions through some symbolic events. Its occurrence can be a look, a word, a meal, a walk, or a trip, no matter which one of them is, it is enough to be used as evidence to judge "heartbeat".
Lu Chenfeng was biting his cigarette impatiently, and his thoughts were disorganized. He didn't know whether his feelings for Lin Chaosheng were changing from a "stranger" to a "friend" relationship, just ordinary good feelings, or another kind that could affect the mind and have a deeper meaning. more secret feelings.
This situation was obviously unexpected to him. He had firmly believed that "to establish a relationship", we must shoulder the responsibility and responsibility for the other half. At least, it should happen when he is most fully prepared, good enough, successful enough, strong enough to straighten his back, and enough ability to bear the life of two people.
There is also the most important and most distressing point for Lu Chenfeng - he does not know whether Lin Chaosheng likes men like himself.
A long plume of smoke was slowly exhaled from his mouth, and when Lu Chenfeng crushed the cigarette butt on the trash can, he murmured, "This is trouble."
If he returned to Beijing according to the original plan, the door that he had already opened, and the past of the person he touched, would probably become a permanent vacancy and blank space in Lu Chenfeng's heart.
Lu Chenfeng didn't find Lin Chaosheng in the front hall. He paid attention when he was smoking just now, and Jian Yi's electric motorcycle was not there.
Going back to the room to get the wallet, Lu Chenfeng stood in front of the counter and handed the room card to Jian Yi who was shaving rice noodles. Check out, right? Jian Yi made an "OK" gesture and quickly turned on the computer. Before her fingertips touched the keyboard, she heard Lu Chenfeng say, "I want to continue my stay."
Jian Yi widened her eyes and swallowed the food in her mouth, looked at Lu Chenfeng in shock, and said in her heart, I'm going, the God of Wealth has appeared again? !
He asked weakly, "Mr. Lu, have you made up your mind? How long are you going to stay this time?"
"It's still a week." Lu Chenfeng said solemnly, "We will decide later according to the situation."
Jian Yi tapped the keyboard with ten fingers excitedly, and kept saying in her heart: I have made it, I have made it.
"Thank you again for choosing to stay at Jiaxi Inn. The room has been renewed, but the specific fee will be determined after our boss returns." Jian Yi respectfully returned the room card, blinking her clear eyes and looking at Lu Chenfeng, The thin green scum is neat and generous, with silver-frame glasses on the bridge of the nose, a pure red T-shirt and jeans and canvas shoes, with the most youthful appearance of a teenager.
"Thank you." Lu Chenfeng smiled and nodded, and asked, "Where is Boss Lin?"
"He took care of me and left after borrowing the motorcycle. I didn't ask. If this is the point... It should not be shopping for groceries." Jane rubbed her ears hesitantly, and looked sideways at the clock on the wall. , "I guess it's either to see the flowers, or to see the seagulls."
Lu Chenfeng: "Seeing the seagulls?"
Jian Yi nodded: "Yes, there will be a flock of seagulls that fly from Siberia to spend the winter here every year, most of which are concentrated near Duise. When our boss used to live in Kunming, he often went to Dianchi Lake to see seagulls. No, they will be there in early April. flew away."
On the coast some distance away from Little Putuo Island, golden and silver woods stand in rows, occasionally mixed with a few willows and bougainvilleas, and they are also dotted with a bright and soft haze blue.
Lin Chaosheng leaned on Jian Yi's electric motorcycle and faced the seagulls coiling around the island. The blue sea was clear and the wooden boat was singing loudly. He gently exhaled the stagnant air in his chest and controlled his heartbeat until the sunset came.
Looking down at his watch, Lin Chaosheng turned around to start the motorcycle and set off on the return journey with a blank face.
Walking to Shuanglang, Lin Chaosheng slowed down, and he was not in a hurry to return to the inn. He stepped off the pedals, hung his helmet on the handle, and pushed the car to look at the flowers on the shore with dismay.
"Jiaxi" was close at hand, Lin Chaosheng looked at the distant mountains and seas, his eyes fell on the door of the inn, and he stopped abruptly.
At the same time, the same place, and the same scene, the two seem to have exchanged identities and shared the same mood.
At 5:20 in the evening, the flight to Beijing had taken off. At this time, Lu Chenfeng was still in Dali, waiting in front of the Jiaxi Inn, watching Lin Chaosheng who was getting closer and closer to him.